Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 756: The Ancestors Save Someone

Chapter 756: Chapter 756: The Ancestors Save Someone

Upon hearing Master Wu’s words, Master Sun and Boss Zhao couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

Just a moment ago, they had thought that this Master Wu was truly formidable.

It turned out he was merely a good-for-nothing.

Xia Xin glanced at Master Wu and curled her lips, thinking to herself that in Xuanmen, no one could outshine their ancestors.

This person... was simply courting death.

Jiang Yongxin and He Xiumei, observing this scene, were both stunned for a moment.

Jiang Yongxin hadn’t really believed in these things, but even she could tell that there was bad blood between Master Wu and Jiangli.

Master Wu had always looked down on Jiangli.

Though they couldn’t see the Yin Energy coming and going, the terror on Master Wu’s face was genuine.

Given the relationship between Master Wu and Jiangli, it was impossible that he would play the stooge for Jiangli.

This meant that everything was real.

The credibility of the situation increased substantially.

No one knew what Master Wu had seen to be so scared.

The unknown fear caused Jiang Yongxin’s heart to tighten.

She looked at Jiangli incredulously and with mixed feelings, somewhat apprehensive.

At that moment, Jiangli was staring at Master Wu.

"Oh——"

Jiangli drew out the last word and slowly uttered it while smiling amiably, "Then, may I ask, as for the matter of not troubling a second master with trifles, what do you say now?"

"That, that was all my fault; I was talking rubbish!" Master Wu stared at the Yin Energy twirling at Jiangli’s fingertips and swallowed hard.

That Yin Energy, at the tender tips of Jiangli’s fingers, was like an obedient little kitten, crouching at her fingertips, yet also like a willing tiger bowing its head.

It seemed as if, with a mere opening of its mouth, the next second, those fierce fangs would pierce through his throat.

Master Wu, terrified, stopped caring about the wound on his head and kept kowtowing, "You, your lordship should not remember the offenses of us lowly ones. Please spare my mouth, I — I just can’t speak properly. As for not troubling a second master, how could it be said about you? I’d beg you for help even if I had to! It’s all my fault. Please, on account of us being from the same sect, spare me!"

He knocked his head on the floor repeatedly with a thud.

Jiangli clicked her tongue once and with a flick of her right hand, the Yin Energy was immediately flung towards the window.

He Xiumei and Jiang Yongxin then saw the curtains in the room, without any wind, suddenly billow out.

He Xiumei and Jiang Yongxin were both taken aback.

Master Wu’s eyes bugged out, and after two seconds, he lay on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for air.

Jiangli gave him a glance, unwilling to invest too much attention, and turned to ask He Xiumei and Jiang Yongxin, "Do you have silver needles in the house?"

"No, we don’t..."

Jiang Yongxin shook her head stiffly, noting that western medicine was predominantly used nowadays, and even when doctors made house calls, there wasn’t a need for silver needles.

What ordinary household would have silver needles?

Upon hearing this, Jiangli furrowed her brows, and her eyes caught sight of the brooch at He Xiumei’s chest; she paused for a moment, "Give me your brooch."

He Xiumei looked at her own brooch and froze, "Ah?"

"Can that be used too?" Jiang Yongxin reacted quicker than He Xiumei, but she was also skeptical about using a brooch.

However, Jiangli said, "Just give it to me."

Hearing her insistence, He Xiumei and Jiang Yongxin exchanged a glance; their trust in Jiangli now outweighed their doubts.

The doctor had looked at it just before and found no solution.

They had no choice but to clutch at straws.

Jiang Yongxin removed the brooch from He Xiumei’s chest and handed it to Jiangli.

Jiangli took it, snapped off the needle from the back of the brooch.

The next second, she walked over to the bedside with the needle in hand; with one hand forming a seal, her middle finger and index finger together like a knife’s blade, she pressed it swiftly against Jiang Yongnian’s neck.

Then, with a raise of her right hand, the tip of the needle pierced Jiang Yongnian’s philtrum.

A drop of blood followed immediately.